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Reflect on the flowers that highlight the Earth , the fire in a lovers heart ...
Bread upon the altar for poet and poetess that passed before my time ...
Pray for peace , hope eternal and love for all mankind ....
Place my remains upon a pyre fueled with yellow Pine .....
I pray that my ash and smoke , will ride upon the Eastern Wind .....
Over cotton field and pecan grove enroute to tranquil sea...To be carried over Blue Ridge Mountain , sorghum field and meandering creek ......
Over man made impoundments of West Point , Allatoona and Lanier .....
To Columbus and Albany , over peanut estate and cornfield , farmhouse , silo and pond......Through Apple orchard in Ellijay and peach orchard in Locust Grove ... Through grape , muscadine and scuppernong arbor in McDonough , Monroe and Braselton ....Over Panola , Kennesaw , Blood and Stone Mountain....Across Chattahoochee , Flint , Savannah , Alcovy and Ocmulgee Rivers ....To be born , grow , flourish and love.. To mourn and to pass ..Over Georgia ..  Forever !....
Copyright October 2 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I draw my right arm close to my side ....Hold it tightly at the wrist with my left hand , signing for prescriptions that enable me to perform feats of physical ingenuity to get through my dark days ...Visibly shake at the checkout counter ,trying not to be seen or run away ! Check the yard hoping nothing is there ... Focus on one object , ride out vertigo , comb my hair every hour on the hour , make sure the water is still on ...... Eat pre-prepared meals , choke it down with water , drink black coffee in order to maintain my balance .. Look at the same ten photographs from another time and place , dust each picture , put them back in the exact location ...Check my face and arms for signs of disease , run fingers through my hair in search of parasites ....Count every step down the basement stairs to keep my self in order , walk the entire area looking for potential problems.. ....In between security checks I find the time to write ...The only thing in my life that really seems to help.. The insanity makes the write and the write reveals the insanity at times ....
Copyright October 3 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Love was a snake when you brought it down from the mountain ..... Yet still your confused as to why you've been bitten ?
Copyright October 1 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Benevolent -brash brat of a boy-kicked in the nuts by your peers again-, writing about anguish with a goose quill pen , slurping on a ice cream sandwich , mocking the government , your monthly stipend creates disdain in your families blue collar frame of mind and your peers ? ******* rubbed on papyrus , palm ashes smeared on your buttocks , tempting a petulant son , so I heard a little bird sitting high in a dead Oak tree , telling tall tales about your Fathers impropriety , killing you even after you were already dead , as if you were never really born , not in the physical sense mind you but worse , in the grand theater of the mind , where everyone has a ticket to the inaugural performance , everybody you've ever run away from out of loathing or due to abject horror and fear of their disapproval , sitting on the front row , knowing **** good and well that your reading your lines from a cue card held by your shrink at the local VA , the can't look me in the face look like all the girls give you , the ones that twist being a gentlemen into a play for their affections , women tell tall tales at times , men are even worse , acting on their self righteousness by slaughtering the runt of the herd before the others ..Epilogue , the credits are running , just like the palpitations , into the woods so as not to create a sensation , away from the stage and the examination , back to your little tinder box on the edge of suburbia !
Copyright October 2 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Anticipation
Drugs. Hallucinations
Helter-Skelter
Sticky Situations
What's this life I'm living?
What should I do with it?
Breathe. Blow smoke
Time's going
My blood's flowing
But I'm bored, waiting
This **** isn't even the slightest bit
Entertaining
But it takes me away
Pushes the pain to another day
Numb.
Anticipating
GOD
They say you're just a figment of man's imagination
A way to explain the unknown
They say science is the one true god
That there's an explanation for everything
That they can solve any problem with a mathematical equation
Is it true what they say?  That you're just
a figment of man's imagination and that
science is the one true god
No of course not.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
With skin the color of coffee what I wouldn't give to have a cup of her
Putting my lips to hers taking long slow sips warming my insides
Her fragrance is like freshly brewed aromatherapy healing my soul.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Love poem.
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